Multicar Quotes & Sayings

Bears being sent through the mail should never be squashed up to make them fit. It gives them indigestion. — Pam Brown

Be brave, be victorious — Mary E. Pearson

Be willing to re-examine what you believe. The more you live in the truth, the more your emotions will help you see clearly. — Wm. Paul Young

The statesmen still say that we should not interfere in the internal affairs of other nations and yet it is not possible any longer not to interfere, even when we do not mean to do so. — Arthur Hays Sulzberger

I saw courage both in the Vietnam War and in the struggle to stop it. I learned that patriotism includes protest, not just military service. — John F. Kerry

The minute a person whose word means a great deal to others dare to take the open-hearted and courageous way, many others follow. — Marian Anderson

Pregnancy demonstrates the deterministic character of woman's sexuality. — Camille Paglia

The peloton was Facebook on wheels-and during this period, information was flying. — Tyler Hamilton

If you just take ... the feeling of legitimacy away from them, if you turn it around so they feel like they are committing a crime by watching ... they'll be confused and scared and worried and they'll just return to their ... quietly desperate lives. — John Green

I realize this is blasphemy, but a few weeks ago I tried to watch a NASCAR race being run at Talladega. I lasted about five minutes before terminal boredom overtook me. It appeared to be nothing more than a high-speed freeway commute
a mob of luridly painted, identical lumps of metal loping at 180 mph around the banking, fender to fender, nose to tail. Knowing the scenario would surely devolve into a multicar demolition derby that would thrill the goobers in the grandstands, I turned off the set to later learn that this time it was Jimmie Johnson who triggered the eight-car melee. — Brock Yates

Mishaque was a stouty blend of Irish "shrek" mixed with crazy Jafakain, his front was car dealing. — Saira Viola

But maybe her marriage wasn't a Lexus. Maybe it was a Pinto
one of those cars famous for blowing up when rear-ended. As she waited for the mechanics to fix her car, she walked out the back door to the wrecking yard and through the aisles of totaled cars and pickups, vehicles that other people had decided weren't worth fixing. She felt just like them. She felt like that Buick with the driver's-side door so crushed that the driver was undoubtedly hurt, but from the look of the other side, the passenger likely skated through unscathed. She felt like the Saturn with the shattered windshield through which no one could see what lay ahead. It looked as if it had been sandwiched in a multicar pileup. Jill knew exactly how it felt to crash into one thing and then get smashed from behind. She studied that Saturn and wondered whether it would have been salvageable if it had only been rear-ended instead of sandwiched, and she wondered if the same was true about her marriage. — Kaya McLaren

Marriage is the grave of love. — Myra MacPherson